Power of a pen

let your pen take revenge on behalf of you,
let it pour down those unshared thoughts from you.
let it purify the impurities of your soul,
let your pen flow contineously and heal the scraps of your heart.
spread those heap of inner feelings and thoughts,
be the judge of your own opinion.
your body may be slave but let your thoughts be free like a pigeon.

The last words of the soul

I was tired,I got the wings.
Reaching heaven my soul may sing.
The material body was on the floor,
The call of the God has reached the door.
though life was beautiful,it has to end,
our real home is heaven,it cant be wend.
my near and dear ones dont cry for me,
its my final destination,let me flee.